Saturday, October 8, 2011

Opening

Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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I'm a 37 year old lover of arts & crafts, and a self-taught seamster. My father taught me astronomy and a love of the sciences. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2008, and am currently Stage 4 metastatic. My life has become a journey for meaning in the large and the small, the mundane and the profound, and the ethereal and eternal.
I live with my wonderful husband, Tom, who has been my biggest cheerleader, and Scrabble the Cat, who is always trying to "help."